While death has, it seems, surprised you
You seem to think that my life without you was in vain
You'll be the one who never learned
That my heart for you was brimming with hatred
Even though the time in my skin has registered well
For my beloved I was there faithful queen
Your vile words and dark thoughts have cursed nothing
Very comfortable the river of my life dripped without trouble
If my hand I had you under threat yielded
Sick and long before you I would have died
Well-off with the safe praising my splendor
Stop thinking that my prettiness
In truth you have no regard but your greatness
Winning your dulcinea is a great deal of finesse
Sam
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